This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

(Paul Simon, Under African Skies)

Bobert, LEJ, and others have said it more eloquently, and Paul Simon ain't a blues man. But he sums it up pretty well.

I am not worried the roots will be lost. They have been, and will be, rediscovered again, and yet again. They continue to be preserved, and there are always some young ones who will eventually go in search of the roots to better understand the whole tree of which they are a leaf or a branch, or even a new species created from natural hybridation.

"Where did I come from" is not a rare question.