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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Visage,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.