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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.