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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.