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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.