Outstanding in his field with ears for him alone

I make hips hop, rhythms blue and rocks roll, I'm felt in feet, in your heart and in your soul, I'm there for every birthday and funeral too, I'm instrumental to a great party, celebration or do

I show you who you are but never judge. I reverse everything you give me. I have no memory of yesterday. What am I

I was here before your first breath, And I'll linger beyond your last. I heal, I haunt, I hurry, And vanish while you read this.

I have buttons down my front, but I am no toy. I may be short or long, stiff or soft. I can be plain or patterned, formal or casual. What am I?