This question was solvable by me great zamboni with a little google and then a flash of inspiration. I had to use the interweb to understand what is meant by hipster because in Estonia this concept has not much truck. What I learned is something like this: 
a hipster lives in Brooklyn New York and enjoys growing a beard, doing many “artisan” things like brewing his own Gin or making bowties from Amish denim, and doing quite a bit of blogging, as well as printing by antique handpress quirky papergoods and stuffing everything into a USA made totebag. Pretty cool if you ask me. Many hipsters enjoy going back to nature, bumming through Baja and seem to hunger for authentic experience and authentic Woolrich flannel.
Then it hit me. Over a hundred years ago, in my last incarnation, while wandering in this very same Brooklyn in a horse drawn carriage I met someone who reminded me very much of this new young breed. His name was Walt Whitman, and he had just printed his own book (very artisan!) called Leaves of Grass. It was rebellious, loose around the edges, informal yet studied like a bearded man riding a vintage Triumph motorcycle, sensual and seeking “unchecked energy”. And so, in answer to your question, this man Walt Whitman is the original hipster.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.” -(W.W.)
That is zamboni’s verse added to today- what is yours?
great zamboni 