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Washington, D.C. native Nick Hakim hasn’t lived in New York for too long. The playful glimmer in his eyes has yet to fade; he doesn’t hide behind a veil of apathy like those who’ve been chewed up and spit out by the city that never sleeps. For now, he’s settled in a Bed-Stuy apartment where space is tight and his buddies make coffee and grilled cheese during our afternoon visit. Cassette tapes are piled up in every corner—from My Bloody Valentine to Florida jazz great Doug Carn. Even before we’re rolling, N
