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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.