Fragments of the Self

Interview with Francois X.

In a time where identity is often packaged, flattened, and made palatable for algorithmic feeds, François X resists easy definition. Born between Corsica and Benin, shaped by sounds that stretch from the vinyl stacks of Fania Records to the raw pulse of Parisian club nights, his music is neither fusion nor collage. It’s something more elemental, a process of remembering, returning, resisting.

Your family and cultural background is extremely diverse: a mother from Corsica and a father from Benin. How do these roots—sometimes geographically and symbolically distant—coexist within your personal identity and your music? Have you ever felt the pressure to choose a single “identity” to present to the world—as an artist or as a man—or, on the contrary, do you feel that your strength and style stem precisely from this ongoing dialogue between different heritages?

I was born between two cultural worlds that seem, on the surface, very distant: Corsica and Benin, but that both come from the South, and both taught me to look at the world through a different lens. This dual perspective, European and African, has shaped how I see, how I feel, and how I create.

It’s not always been easy to carry both. There’s never been an explicit pressure to “choose” one side, but the world, implicitly, often pushes you to simplify yourself. To make your identity more legible. To be either this or that. But I never fit into that binary. I’ve always been in-between. And instead of hiding it, I’ve learned to work with it. To make it my raw material.

As I’ve grown, something has shifted. My African heritage, my Beninese roots, have taken more space inside me. I don’t mean in a symbolic way. I mean viscerally. Sonically. Spiritually. It’s not a choice. It’s a return. And in that return, I’ve found new forms of truth and creative urgency.

That’s also where a strange paradox appears. Techno is a music built from Black expression, particularly African-American expression. And yet, being a light-skinned mixed-race artist in the European techno scene, I often feel like I’m standing slightly outside of that narrative. Not because I don’t belong. But because the scene, whether it realizes it or not, has often erased the very roots it claims.

So I exist in a kind of suspended space. At once connected and disconnected. And that tension has become my terrain. My studio is where I process it. I don’t try to resolve the contradiction, I let it vibrate. I make music that is groovy but cerebral, sensual but analytical. Because that’s who I am: multiple, layered, constantly negotiating with myself.

This hybridity isn’t a brand or a concept, it’s my life. And through music, I try to turn it into a form of language. One that doesn’t simplify identity, but expands it.

You’ve mentioned that your first connection to music came thanks to your parents. What memories do you have of that early musical exposure, and how did those influences—from salsa to African music, to UB40—shape your artistic sensitivity?

Music has always been deeply present in my family. It wasn’t something abstract or separate, it was part of life, part of every gathering, every ritual.

On my father’s side, every family celebration—weddings, baptisms—was a full sensory experience. In Benin, salsa has a massive cultural impact. It’s the unofficial soundtrack of daily life there. Alongside it, traditional Beninese rhythms, especially from the Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou, shaped the musical environment I grew up in.

And my father had a collection of vinyls that left a strong mark on me: records from Fania Records, albums by Johnny Pacheco, Hector Lavoe, Los Van Van… These records weren’t just background music; they were physical, emotional landmarks. They framed the atmosphere of our lives. It wasn’t something I learned intellectually. It entered me through the body, through dancing, through the vibrant energy of family celebrations. It was physical, it was communal, it was emotional.

On top of that, my parents had a deep love for soul and funk. Al Green, James Brown… those records played constantly. My mother, especially, was obsessed with James Brown. There’s a family story where she almost got crushed in the front row at one of his concerts. That tells you the emotional intensity of how music was lived in our home.

There were other influences too. My mother loved UB40, Genesis, Bernard Lavilliers—a strange but fascinating mix of reggae-pop, British rock, and rebellious French songwriting. That European layer added something else: a kind of melancholy, a taste for storytelling, a tension between rhythms and emotions.

All of this blended inside me, without hierarchy. The soul, the salsa, the funk, the reggae, the French chanson, the West African griots—it was all part of the same emotional landscape. It became a second skin, a kind of memory written into my body.

Even today, when I produce techno, when I build tracks designed for powerful dancefloors, I’m not thinking about BPMs or drops. I’m thinking about emotional release. About storytelling. About making people feel the body, but also the memory inside the body.

Music, for me, is never just technical. It’s a way of connecting what you live, what you’ve inherited, what you long for, and what you’ve lost.

Between the late ’90s and early 2000s, club culture was booming, and you’ve repeatedly cited the impact that fashion aesthetics—from Helmut Lang to magazines like Max, FHM, i-D, Dazed, and brands like Jil Sander—had on your approach to clubbing. How has this fusion of visual imagery and sound universe influenced your artistic path? Is there a specific aesthetic that you try to reflect through your music as well?

In Paris at the end of the ’90s and early 2000s, there was a whole scene centered around a neighborhood called Étienne Marcel. It wasn’t just a shopping district; it was a real cultural microcosm.

You had boutiques like Final Home, Maharishi, Kabuki, Yohji Yamamoto. Two spaces were crucial for us: The Shop, right in Étienne Marcel, and Colette, on rue Saint-Honoré.

But what made it really special wasn’t just the brands, it was the people. The kids who worked there, the ones who hung out there, the ones who dreamed there. We were a tribe.

During the day, we would zone around the shops, exchanging flyers, mixtapes, and ideas. And when night came, we would leave together, as a pack, 30 or 40 deep, heading for the clubs—Les Bains Douches, TGV parties, Le Queen, Fashion Week parties…

Fragments of the Self / Francois x

Credits:

Artist: Francois X / @francois_x
Interview: Gianmaria Garofalo / @gianmaria.garofalo
Editor: Anca Macavei / @ancamacavei
Photographer: Manuel Obadia-Wills / @manuelobadiawills
Stylist: Joy Sinanian / @joysinanian

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