Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.