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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.